Dog days of summer
The dog days of summer were believed to be an evil time “when the seas boiled, wine turned sour, dogs grew mad, and all creatures became languid, causing to man burning fevers, hysterics, and phrensies.” I have somehow always understood this on an intuitive, visceral level.
No, I’ve never been much of a summer person. The lack of A/C in the house growing up probably caused me irreparable harm. As a youngster I much preferred creating weird science experiments in the relatively cool basement to playing baseball outside in the heat. I guess nothing’s really changed…
Over the years, I’ve sort of gotten used to the humidity, but I inevitably start pining for the slopes this time of year. My friend Brandon took this shot of me in Colorado last November.
Aaah, I miss that sensation of my nose hairs freezing when I take a deep breath…
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